Each day I grow colder.
The sun calls my name
but I have no will to answer.
The people on my street
crane their necks
and point upward.
Diabetes has caused
my feet to feel numb.
I curse at the mirror.
My fingers are nothing
but bones, my forearms
are blood bruised and sore.
Robins land in my yard
and discuss flying south.
I no longer hear music
but a diminishing note
runs a loop in my brain.
I sleep then awaken.
A dog that I had as a child
licks my face. My mother
and father laugh
in the kitchen.
